Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Papi…” she murmurs in a soft voice, dragging me from my thoughts.
I’m still staring at her body, feeling so lucky and blessed. My two-year contract on the starship was worth every moment now that I’m looking at the reward.
I slide my hands from her torso to the mattress on either side of her and lean over her. “I need to ask you questions about your medical history, Baby girl.”
She swallows and purses her lips as if she doesn’t really want to discuss it. Is she embarrassed to talk about previous sex partners? I don’t want her to be, but I can’t stop it.
In an ironic twist of fate, Eleadian males are all virgins. We have not had anyone to have sex with for over a hundred years. We have plenty of toys that have allowed us to replicate the feel and experience of being with a female, but I’m quite certain nothing comes close to the real deal. Already I can tell that being inside my mate is going to be a heavenly experience. Substitute devices don’t have feelings and emotions. They don’t look into the soul.
On the flip side, most human females who enter Club Zoom have had sex before. It’s human nature. However, whatever attraction or bond they might have thought they had with a human male doesn’t come anywhere close to the bond they will feel with their Eleadian mate. Prior sexual experiences do not measure up.
“How many Daddies have you been with, Mia?” I ask gently.
She furrows her brow and shrugs. “I don’t know.”
I stiffen. She doesn’t know? She’s only twenty-four, and I get the impression she hasn’t had a man in her life since the Daddy who hurt her two years ago. She doesn’t know how many men she slept with before she was twenty-two? Even by human standards, that’s a lot. For this sweet Little girl lying under my scrutiny, it seems impossible. Considering her demeanor when I met her, I’m betting she’s ordinarily shy and quiet, reserved.
Mia was cowering in a corner, eyes downcast, clothing indicating she was Little to anyone around. She struggled to keep her thumb out of her mouth. How the hell could she have had so many partners she’s lost count?
She jerks her gaze to me, eyes wide. “You mean sex?”
I’m confused. “Yes, Baby girl.” What did she think I meant?
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t like that.”
It wasn’t like what? She’s going to need to elaborate because this Papi is lost.
“I’ve known I was Little for years, Papi. As soon as I was old enough, I joined a fetish club where I could meet like-minded people. I played with other Littles at the club. Sometimes I did a scene with a Daddy.”
“A scene? Tell me what a scene is like.”
“A scene is where you agree to play together for a set time. Like maybe even sign up on a clipboard. I might choose nine o’clock or something to play with a Daddy.”
“Doing what?” I ask hesitantly. What a strange custom. There are holes in my knowledge. I researched everything I could, but I haven’t even met any Little girls who previously belonged to a kink club.
She shrugs. “Maybe I would throw my toys or stomp or have some sort of arranged fake tantrum so he would have to spank me. Then he would take me over his knees and swat my bottom.”
She clenches her butt cheeks together and wiggles as she describes this.
“Over my panties,” she adds in a whisper. “Not like you did.” She squirms more. She’s turned on by the memory of my palm on her bottom.
I’m going over her words in my head. “Are you saying you didn’t have sex with them?”
“Never.”
I blow out a long breath, hoping it’s not obvious.
She narrows her gaze. “What if I had? What if I had slept with a thousand men?”
I smile at her. “You misunderstand. I don’t care how many people you’ve had sex with, Mia. I’m only concerned with the emotional baggage that may have come with it and how much help you will need getting over it.”
She stares at me. Finally, she draws in a slow breath. “I have a lot of emotional baggage, Papi, because Rick hurt my brain. He confused me and made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be a Little girl. I’ve worked hard to get past the mental scars, but no one has touched me like you mean. You’re the first man to see me naked.” She holds my gaze while she reveals all of that, and then she turns her face to the side.
My heart stops. I might slide to my knees. I’ve told myself over and over that I wouldn’t care how many partners she’s had, but now that she’s telling me none… I want to fist pump.